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She wrapped her arms and legs around his waist, clinging to his body, and drove them on under the night sky.

The strong lunar pull drove them both feral. Chanin pounded into her as Morlie thrust up to meet him every time.

Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!

Little rabbit, I can’t get enough of you .

Morlie cried out as she began to come, her body squeezing and milking his dick as if pleading with him to fill her.

Chanin gritted his teeth, knowing what was to come, and held off his climax.

His cock lengthened and swelled, growing twice its size an inch from the base, making it impossible now for him to pull all the way out without hurting Morlie.

His wolf’s knot had formed for its mate and locked them together.

“Chanin?” Her nails dug into the skin over his shoulder blades, and her legs began to loosen from around his hips.

“It's alright, love. Stay with me.” He cupped the back of her neck, not allowing her to pull away. “Right here with me.”

She held his gaze as if, at that moment, she remembered who had her, who would never let her go; she nodded. She linked her ankles back at the base of his spine.

“That’s it,” he encouraged as she continued to rock with him.

His cock stroked along her walls in controlled increments, pressing deeper still.

Then he felt Morlie’s wolf as if her animal had somehow managed to crawl inside of him and join with his beast—the two of them one.

A frisson of heat shot down his spine and blazed a trail into his cock.

“Oh, gracious...fuck!” Morlie cried out, arching her small form closer to him as if she, too, could crawl inside of him. She was coming again.

Chanin's climax was ripped from his very soul as he tipped his head back and released the howl clawing its way out of his chest and into his throat. “Aww. Aww. Awwwwww...”

“Awww! Awww!” Wolves howled as if joining them, rejoicing in their Alpha’s union.

He came. And came. And came, filling Morlie’s womb with his seed.

Morlie pulled his mouth to hers. Mine .

His chuckle sounded hoarse in his head as he fisted her tight curls and returned her fierce kiss. Loving the claim she placed on him, he responded, Always yours .

They lay there for a moment, whispering and caressing in the night air under the moonless sky as the waters of the rivers lapped along the edge of the bank. Reveling in their intimacy as their bodies calmed and Chanin’s wolf allowed its knot to recede.

Finally, Chanin was able to slide out of Morlie, feeling their combined wetness coating him.

“I only have a couple more hours before I have to head to the council meeting, and I want to spend it in our bed.” Getting to his knees, he scooped her body in his arms and then rose.

“You won’t get a complaint from me.” She planted a kiss on his lips, then his chin and jaw, but didn’t stop there as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Chanin made haste to get back to the path that would lead him out of the forest. They still needed to get to the other side of the territory.

Carrying Morlie in his arms, feeling her drag her open mouth over along his neck and shoulder as if she couldn’t get enough of his taste.

“Little rabbit, you make it hard for me not to stop and retake you,” he growled.

She giggled.

He didn’t stop but moved faster.

A mile down the path, out of his periphery, he witnessed Faolan holding Minsi bent over a large boulder with Faolan’s warrior wolf ears wide and his canines buried into her shoulder.

As he suspected, Faolan was Minsi’s mate, but his ex had let her pride and desire to be the Alpha-bitch in the Pack keep her from submitting to what her wolf wanted instead of her.

He didn’t give the two any further thought as he rushed toward the clearing, more interested in the woman in his arms now; who was still too busy driving him crazy with lust to see the other two.

His mate.

Right before he made it to the clearing, he caught sight of his parents. They hadn’t made it far, by the looks of it, since his father was holding his mother's bare form against a tree, and his mother had her limbs around him.

Chanin smiled as he continued on his way. It wasn’t the first time he had seen his parents enjoying the run as everyone else. However, this time, with his mate in his arms, it made his heart swell, believing that years from now, he and Morlie would still be celebrating their bond in such a way.

When he finally got to their home with his delicious bundle, only having to stop once to ease the ache still apprehending them both, Chanin kicked the front door closed and headed straight for the back of the house.

He stepped into their room and paused, seeing the bed submerged under multiple soft animal pelts stitched into an enormous blanket—mating-furs. He smiled as he stepped forward, now knowing why his parents were late for the run.

“What is this?” Morlie stroked her hands over the pile as he laid her down in the middle.

“The pelts that have been passed down my family for generations. They are gifted for first runs and meant to offer good fortune and bless the breeding of the mates.”

“Oh.” Her hands paused at her side.

Chanin couldn’t read her expression as he climbed into the bed beside her. “Are you alright with that, mate?”

She was quiet for a moment but then curled her body toward his, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m good with it. I’ll have as many pups as the Great Spirit wants to give us.”

He lifted her hand and brought it to his mouth before kissing her palm.

“Then we shouldn’t waste any more time. My wolf hungers for yours.” He wrapped his arms around her and brought her body beneath his among the soft furs.

She brushed her soft lips along his. “Show me, mate.”